Hurricanes by Rick Ross

Chad Johnson is one of the present or former NFL players that I follow on Twitter and he had done a little bit of talking and tweeting about Ross’s book. I had seen Rick Ross at a couple of concerts and also at a 40-yard dash competition in Ft. Lauderdale. He is someone that I’ve always respected simply because of his grind and hustle.

The awareness and experience that Ross had when growing up is something that I don’t think many of us can understand or relate to. It was admirable the way that he still has love for everyone and always has, even with all the conflict surrounding him.

Rick Ross, born William Leonard Roberts II, grew up in Miami in the 1980s in the aftermath of multiple race riots. There was extreme tension and resentment between Haitians and Cubans and that shaped his world view though he always had love for everyone.

Interesting how things change when the people we value most express their expectations for us.

Ross was a class clown and didn’t take school seriously. Eventually, his mom told him she couldn’t be coming to the school every other day. He started doing enough to get by for her sake.

I heard this in the book and was reminded just how influential some people can be and how important it is that we speak up and share what we feel is necessary to say. Without what others say, we…